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Salamandastron: Dining Chamber
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This is the dining chamber for the mountain of Salamandastron.  It is a
veritable cavern, the necessity of feeding so many hares making the room
so big.  Dominating the room is a huge banquet table made of solid oak.
Nobeast knows how such a venerable object came to be here, but its
presence is undeniable.  Smaller tables skirt the outside of the room,
each sitting near a large torch burning brightly in its sconce.  The chair
at the head of the table is different from the plain maple chairs that
occupy the rest of the room - it belongs to the Badger Lord.  The massive
object is graced with a carving of the very mountain it is in, with the
sun setting over the sea.
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                  Visible Exits:
[Out]                                 [K]itchens

Triss is seated in a large chair with a very high back. She is facing away from the large arch leading to the rest of the passages of the mountain and she is reading..like usual. Before her on the large wodden table is a little bowl full of candied chestnut pinched from the kitchens. She nibbles on one as she holds her book in front of her nose, tiny spectacles balanced percariously on her muzzle...

Moving through the mountain with some uncertainity, Jarril skips, hops out of the way of other hares moving about on their daily business along the hallway as he makes his way down to catch some lunch.  Arriving at the entrance to the dining hall he peeps around and see's that the place is much more active than the time he was there last and pops his head back out again and takes a deep breath, muttering to himself.  "Okay.  Best ta get this over with.  Just no more embarassing me, okay."  Moving boldly into the large chamber he looks about, scanning the room for a empty space to sit down in, his ears twitching.

A detail of thuds echoes along the corridor as Bobbie makes her way to the Dining Hall. The Major grips a spear in her paw, and her appearance is decidedly windblown. She pushes back her headfur, dishevelled from her patrol duty, and leaves her weapon by the door. "G'morning," is her brief but cheerful greeting to the other occupants of the room.

Triss turns her head around the back of the chair, peeking around the back at Bobbie..."Top o' the mornin' to ya Major..." she says, spying Jarril and laughing inwardly..."'Ello Jarril!" she yells over the din of the Dining Chamber, "Did you get a good night o' sleep?" she laughing out loud, going back to her book...it's TOO fun to make fun of new recruits...

Jarril looks at Triss and ignore's the major for the moment, before turning his head to her and gives Bobbie a small salute, definately new fry here.  Padding over to where Triss is sitting, he plonks himself down and nods his head.  "Yes, thanks for asking.  What's for tucker this morning?"

Triss laughs, "Oy...you could tell you're new just by the way you walk..." she says through a bout of giggles...and she doesn't usualy giggle unless she's with Taceo. "Go and get somethin' from the kitchens." she says trying to keep a straight face. She knows if he goes into the kitchen the old hare cook with throw various object at him..."The missus'll give ya some grub..." she smiles and goes back to her book, hardly able to contain herself...

Jarril looks to where the doorway to the kitchen lies and back again.  "Oh right.  I be right back then."  Getting up from his chair and boldly walking along the row of the two long tables with a smile.

Bobbie peers over towards the kitchen doorway. Vague smells drift out into the Hall, accompanied by tendrils of steam. The chefs must be cooking up breakfast, then, and the officer looks decidedly eager. She keeps one ear perked towards the banter of the others, and pulls her attention away from the culinary activities for a moment. "Now, Triss, 'member when you were a recruit?" Bo waits for Jarril to wander out of earshot, and then continues, "Be nice, eh?"

Triss laughs, and messily salute the major, "Aye...I will marm..." she continues laughing, trying to stifle herself..."Though I ne'er was a recruit..." she smiles, "I was brought 'ere when I was scarcely a season in h'age..." she comments through a giggle...

Jarril makes his way to the end of the dining hall and turns around to walk towards the doorway to the kitchens and pads right inside, vanishing from sight.  For a few seconds, there is silence before Jarril's voice cries out.  "OW!  Look, I thought ya were bally well kind ta anyone coming in here."  Ducking and diving about the kitchen now, trying to avoid certain objects moving in his general direction.  A rolling pin just clipping the ear slightly as he moves out of the way quickly.  A loud crash of metal comes from the kitchen before Jarril tries to get out of the kitchen.  "Oh come on chaps.  How can I get out of here if ya bally well blocking my way and.  Yow!"

Triss nearly falls form her chair with laughter, "I told ya not ta go in there Jarril!" she yells..."Ya ne'er listen to ya?!" she laughs so hard her ears go pink...grabbing a candied chestnut she stuffs it in her mouth and settles back into her chair and reads...he'll learn one day...as of now. Two lessons learned...Don't spar with Triss and don't pinch stuff from the kitchens unless you know how...

The Major pulls a face at the fading din at the other end of the room, though she doesn't seem too worried. After all, she's been on the receiving end of a few whacks from that rolling pin herself. Not that she'd let on, of course. Fingers drum on the tabletop as her attention wanes, and she draws her gaze back to Triss. "That was rather a mean trick to play, weren't it?" Bobbie grumbles, trying to look out for the young recruit.

Triss stifles her laughter immidieately at the major

Jarril does know how to steal from the kitchens but didn't think he needed to after hearing that he should go into there to collect his meal.  A few more crashes and bangs go on inside the kitchen as the yelps from Jarril had ceased before he comes hurtling out of the kitchen with the rolling pin in his right paw and pants heavily.  One of the hares from the kitchen follows immediately after him and takes the rolling pin from Jarril before giving another whack on the tail, making the hare yell again, placing his paws on his tail and with bright red ears and trying to avoid any glancing eyes from the other hares, begins to make his way back to where he was sitting.

Triss stifles her laughter immidieately at the major's comment, and watches Jarril exit the kitchens...and stifling a giggle. "Sorry Major..." she apologizes and goes back to her book...that's enough for one day *cackle*

Bobbie pays little heed to Triss' apology, but winces in sympathy at the crack on Jarril's rump. Swipes and prods are all very well, but that's got to hurt. "What's your name, lad?"

Slowly padding up and not noticing Bobbie until he is right on top of her, lifts his head up.  "Jarril Fleetpaw, sah."  Still rubbing his tail from the stinging sensation.

Triss giggles as Jarril calls the major 'sah'. She just keeps reading, knowing if she says anything she'll mostly likely just get herself in trouble...

Bobbie twists her mouth in a dry smile. "Do you normally 'sah' ladies, Jarril?" Eyeing the boy for a moment she doesn't seem particularly offended, more amused, if anything.

Jarril gets more flustered and feels his ears burning very hot now.  "Oh sorry, ma'am.  I wasn't paying that much of attention and all."  Slowly bringing his paws from behind him as his eyes don't make any contact whatsoever.  "Permission ta leave?"  Feeling like he wants to just get out of here before he makes more of a fool of himself.

Triss sits in her chair...now starting to feel slightly bad for the new recruit. She's gotten her share of tricks and turns to him from around her chair, "Oy! Jarril, come 'ave a seat 'ere..." she points to a chair next to him, she doesn't wanna discourage him from the Long Patrol...she wants to make him feel welcome...

Bobbie feigns surprise, though her eyes show she doesn't mean any harm. "What, you wanna leave wi'out brekkers?" The officer winks at him, quick as a knife, and nods. "If y'like, lad, but you're quite welcome to sit next t'yer friend here and eat with the rest of us."

Jarril thinking for a moment on leaving the room to regain whatever composure he has left, the talk of breakfast makes his mind up for him and turns to face Triss and sits down, slowly as he feels a slight returning of the stinging from the rolling pin a few moments before.  Turning his head back to Bobbie, he nods.  "Thanks."  He turns his head back around again and looks at Triss.  "Could've warned me about the style of welcome they give in there, wot."

Triss smiles, "Sorry 'bout that...kinda forgot..." she makes an excuse, stifling laughter. "'Ere..." she pushes her bowl of candied chetnuts in front of him...

Jarril smiles slightly.  "Oh that's okay then.  Gave me a chance ta loosen up this morning."  He looks at the candied chestnuts and picks one out of the bowl.  "Ta."  Looking at the book.  "What the book about, then?"  Popping the chestnut into his muzzle and chewing.

Triss smiles at his thanks, then glances to her book..."Nothing you need to know about..." she says in a rather protective tone...

Jarril shrugs his shoulders.  "Only trying ta be polite, wot."  He looks about and grabs a spare bowl and pours out some porridge, before spooning that into his muzzle, whiskers twitching.

Triss smiles, "Not 'ungry or 'nything are ya, chap?" she askes in a giggle. Watching him eat she takes back her chesnuts and pops a few in her muzzle.

Jarril nods his head.  "Very hungry, wot.  First decent meal I had since I came here.  Ran out of provisions when I was two days north of here on the sand dunes.  But well, it was carry onwards or let the birds get at ya in giving up."  He spoons a mountain of porridge into his muzzle and swallows, before pausing in his scoffing.  "Don't know what I be doing today either.  Sure someone will tell me at some point."

Triss smiles, "Aye, the offisah's will tell ya eventually..." she goes back to her book, adjusting her spectacles delicately...

Jarril nods and gives a sneak glance at the cover, but not getting anywhere with that.  Finishing off his bowl, scraping out every last drop of porridge.  Placing the spoon in the bowl he looks about for a moment, ears twitching and gone back to a normal tone of pink again.